Chapter 511



Ryan stood up from his chair, greeting Harold respectfully.

Harold eyed Ryan and said, “You may leave now. I need to speak with Miss Reed privately.”

Upon hearing this, Ryan hesitated, concern evident in his eyes. “Mr. Clark, Verena doesn’t—”

“I told you to leave! Do you not understand me?” Harold interjected sharply, his tone firm.

Ryan stiffened, his words catching in his throat. He dared not argue, swallowing hard.

After casting a worried glance at Verena, he reluctantly exited the room.

Once outside, Ryan quickly pulled out his phone and called Lucas. Harold’s grave expression had alarmed him. He was now concerned for Verena’s safety. The only thing he could think of was getting Lucas here quickly.

The call rang for a long while before it was answered.

Ryan immediately said, “Lucas! Your father just showed up at the hospital! He kicked me out of the room, saying he needed to speak with Verena alone. His expression is serious and intense, and I’m worried he might say something harsh to her. Verena’s emotions are already unstable. I’m afraid if Harold pushes her further, she might…”

After a pause, he continued, “Lucas, can you come here right now?”

Lucas remained unmoved by Ryan’s words. His expression stayed calm and indifferent, as if the situation didn’t concern him at all.

“My father knows what he’s doing,” he said in a neutral tone.

Ryan’s expression shifted. “But… But Verena, she could really be upset. She—”

Before Ryan could finish, Lucas interjected coldly, “Why worry? Isn’t she used to being upset?”

Ryan was left speechless, his eyes widening in disbelief at Lucas’ harsh words.

Before he could respond, Lucas added, “I’ve got other things to do. I’ll hang up now.” Then, he ended the call.

Ryan was taken aback by Lucas’ attitude. He froze, his gaze distant.

In the hospital room, Verena sat up on the bed. She greeted Harold with respect, trying to remain calm despite the tension.

Harold sat in the chair beside her bed, his voice steady as he said, “I heard you attempted suicide because of Lucas. That’s why I came to see you.”

Verena swallowed hard, pressing her lips together for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry, Harold. I know what I did was reckless, and it shouldn’t have happened. But I was just so heartbroken, so…” Her voice choked up.

Verena had always believed that her acting skills would easily carry her into the entertainment industry. She could cry on command whenever she wanted.

Harold smiled, shaking his head slightly. “No, I don’t mind that you chose to end your life. But if you’re going to do it, why not make it more effective? Trying at dinnertime wasn’t the best idea—it was too easy for others to notice and save you. Midnight would have been a better time. Or why not just cut deeper? Waiting for the blood to drain slowly—how painful would that be? Why not jump from a building? That would be quicker. You could be dead in an instant. That would be a relief, wouldn’t it?”

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